I get to say NO to deregger tourists when they get arrested for their behavior and they demand I release them from their confinement. Telling them no, after how ones like them treated me and my family, is quite.... good for me. -- Anon Guest
I love my job. It's so fulfilling and edifying. Satisfaction is almost guaranteed. Frustration, too, but far less than the warm comforting glow of schadenfreude aimed at someone who clearly deserves it.
I'm an educator-guard at an Alliance re-education facility, and I work the areas known colloquially as "The Playpen".
They're all soft spaces where everything is either heavily padded, or so unbreakable that the patients will hurt themselves if they try to destroy it. All the padding is easily replaced and made from recycled cellulose. The same with their clothes. The people in there tend to act -well- incredibly childishly.
It's no shock that most of them are Dereggers. Specifically, tourists from Deregger polities. Every single one of them is a spoiled brat who's very rarely heard the word 'no' aimed at their demands. They're sedated and shipped here until they learn better. Usually before their tantrums cause significant injury or damage.
Each patient is in their own habitat, with limited privacy. They have to have supervision, to make sure they're not harming themselves.
I've seen them tear all the cellulose in their chambers, try to eat it before it can re-print, I've seen them refuse to wear the new clothes after they've torn their given ones to shreds. I've seen them refuse to use the hygiene chamber. Heck, I've seen them try to kill the Cleaners that sweep through to consume their messes.
It's impossible to kill a Cleaner with bare hands. Those things are resilient.
I wait until they wear themselves out and ask if they need anything, or would like to talk.
They always demand their freedom.
"Your freedom will harm fellow citizens of the Alliance. I cannot let you free until you demonstrate that you have learned how to behave properly."
They demand to speak to my manager. They howl. They scream. They cry. They throw themselves on the floor, kick and punch anything in reach. They hold their breaths until they pass out. They're too vain and too soft to hurt themselves overly much. Most of the time.
If they're very determined for me to look at what they made them do, I can fill their environment with sedatives and knock them out for medical intervention.
The most I've seen them trying that nonsense has been five in a row.
The longest I've seen them pout and whine is two months.
Watching a knomira Deregger cry it out and begin to at least listen to the lessons is satisfaction encapsulated. Of course,they try to performatively improve and say that they're going to be better. There's harder tests to pass.
Watching them tantrum again when they find that out is a flakking delight.
They eventually decide to grow up after about a year.
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